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He threw the first. Miss. He threw the second. Smash!
Just in time to see the bottle break, his brother walked up behind him. He paid to play and threw his first. Smash! He threw the second. The ball hit the bottle. And bounced off.
Neither had won. They walked away, the first satisfied that he had broken one; the second feeling cheated, immature, and full of thoughts of 'I could have done better.'